In the meadow
In the cold hearted winter night
There's a shadow
With it's fangs glowing orange and bright
In the village
People run from the beast they saw
'Till the morning
When their blood's dripping from his claws
Crawling Ghoul
Crawling Ghoul
Crawling Ghoul
Crawling Ghoul
Now the buildings crumble into the cobblestone
And the people that were slain on the bloody road
There's a mountain where the zealots would bring their bones
And the preacher claimed the crusades would cleanse our soul
Crawling Ghoul
Crawling Ghoul
Crawling Ghoul
Crawling Ghoul